Once at the clinic we had the news that the Royal Flying Doctor Service (RFDS) couldnt make the pickup until the next morning. Its worthy pausing here and reviewing the situation regarding my accident and subsequent retrieval. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /><o> </o> Our groups decision to do the trip unassisted dictated that our strategy for any emergency (that we couldnt deal with), was to rely on sat phone communications in the first instance. The group had two sat phones and once the 000 was called, the emergency response kicked into gear. <o> </o> Im a bit hazy on the actual sequence but within a short time of dialling 000 Andrew was in contact with the Telfer Mine Emergency Response Team. Even though they were hundreds of kms away they organised the nurse from Kunawaritji and monitored the situation. <o> </o> From the time of the get off until the ambo arrived was about 3 hours and I was in the clinic in another two. The only lucky part of my day was that we were only 65kms from Kunawaritji. I have wondered what the result could have been had we been 300kms or more from assistance. Its an issue that needs to be seriously considered when planning travels into remote areas. <o> </o> Anyway back at the clinic, Anne patched things up, still using my shin guard as the splint and put a dressing over the 50 cent size hole in the back of the leg where the bone had decided to pop out. As there was no overnight facility in the clinic, the general store managers Graham and Joy offered to put me up for the night at their place. <o> </o> I cannot praise the people of Kunawaritji enough. Not only did Graham and Joy put me up for the night, but they had organised a couple of the local lads to accompany the ambo the day before and retrieve my bike. They subsequently organised for it to be transported to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comffice:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Alice</st1lace></st1:City> along with all my gear. <o> </o> Anne also went way beyond the call of duty patching me up and generally making me feel as comfortable as possible (including cooking me brekky) and the indigenous residents also helped wherever they could.